QOTD- Be Mine? (Not A Question So Much As A Hungover Man Rambling About Valentine’s Day)

It’s Valentine’s Day. Wow. We made it you guys.

Unless I’m mistaken this ancient holiday originated among the Sumerians near the Red Sea, who celebrated the winter harvest with pink construction paper and chalky candies shaped like Enki, the fish-tailed flood god of vengeance. These were changed to the more familiar ‘heart’ shape by the Phoenicians, who, having created the alphabet, also added the cute little sayings. And a tradition was born!

Today, Valentine’s Day has evolved into a sacred day when we take a little time away from living our lives to prove to the world how much we love our significant others by getting dinner reservations and remembering to order some flowers online. And after paying $6 a glass for wine from an $8 bottle, you just might luck out and get some familiar and perfunctory sex when you get home. And the restaurants are always so crowded…

I can’t do this. Making fun of Valentine’s Day isn’t even fun anymore.

Of course it’s ridiculous. All holidays are ridiculous. That’s kind of the point. A holiday is a time when everyone agrees on a fiction. February 14th became more than just another Friday when we as a culture decided to give it a designation. Just like Arbor Day or President’s Day, except this one has commercial potential. There’s a lot of money to be made delivering flowers and chocolate covered fruits, and there is nothing wrong with getting a little of it.

So, I’m gonna be bold. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. The truth is, I’ve always been attracted to you. You’re more than just the last day of the second week in the second month to me. A lot more.